I’m not afraid of him. Not really.
Just admit it. You want him.
I do.
I want him to do unspeakable things to me. The kinds of things that aren’t discussed at afternoon tea or at formal dinner parties. The kinds of things men whisper about in dimly lit lounges over a tumbler of whiskey and a cigar, using words likewhoreandsweet little cunt.
I capture his gaze and hold tight. I don’t say what I should say. I say what’s in my heart.
“I don’t want Josh. I want you.”
With a low growl, he lifts me into his arms and takes me to his lair.
The full moon bathes the room in a soft glow. It’s deceptive, because nothing about this man is soft.
Antonio sets me on my feet. My knees wobble as he lowers the zipper on my dress, his lips on my throat. The arousal builds as I step out of the gown.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. His fingers work the hooks on my strapless bra until my breasts fall free.
He presses his mouth to mine. It’s not a gentle caress, but a bruising battle of lips and tongues.
His mouth is hungry, and it takes everything he needs. The tender caress only comes when he needs to breathe—and then it’s gone, as if it never happened.
As we explore, the curl of desire twists low in my belly.
My pussy aches for him. It sways against his cock, brushing wantonly over the hard bulge, inviting him in.
Antonio groans and pulls away, tugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. His tie is next, and a few shirt buttons are freed, then his full attention is back on me.
“Get on your knees,” he murmurs. There’s something depraved about him—something sinful.
I freeze, lost in his face. Except for my panties and my shoes, I’m naked.The necklace and earrings are merely adornments that cover nothing.
“Have you ever had a cock in this sassy little mouth?” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, pinching lightly before he drops his hand.
Oh God.
“Have you?”
His voice is gentle, and it calms me. Although I’m still a bit embarrassed.
I nod. “But I’m not—I don’t have a lot of…experience. Hardly any at all.”
“Get on your knees,” he repeats softly. “Use me to steady yourself.”
I do as he demands. Clutching first his arms, then his muscular thighs to lower myself to the rug. It’s not easy in high heels, but I manage without falling on my butt.
When I’m on my knees, I peek up at him. He’s beautiful as he looks down at me with unfettered lust whirling in his eyes.
“Take out my cock,” he instructs, his tenor seductively smooth.
My hands tremble as I tug at the hooks at his waist and wrestle with the zipper. He doesn’t utter a word. He doesn’t move a muscle. He just lets me fumble my way through, learning as I go.
After long moments, his cock is free—inches from my face.
I take a breath, and I stare—probably for too long. But he lets me look, not saying anything to embarrass me.
His cock is long and thick, the skin pulled taut, smooth and shiny, with a bead of precum on the crown. This time I’m not afraid to lean over and lick it.